Train at six fifteen

Train at six fifteen

the bottle is empty like a well of wishes
without a single drop or a coin
night is spent and dawn I await
a pub called ~Dawn~ is my home
foggy‐headed that evening
resting my head on my elbows
as I'm sitting alone at my table
and now they are all mine because no one is there
except for me and the old bartender
who is napping across from me
he dozes and mumbles
don't break glasses, gentlemen
for thirty years I put up with you all
yes, yes thirty
and I address you as gentlemen
the bartender is waiting for his shift at six
the pub works like a hospital twenty‐four‐seven
in three shifts
and he is on the hardest shift
I'm waiting for the six fifteen train
he dreams of a shift change
there is no one to replace me
I look into the bottle as if into a well of wishes
I wish that train never leaves